"In front of my wife, I never care about losing face. I'm taller than you, but my aura falls short. It must be where the saying 'a hero's spirit is brief' comes from." As he spoke, he kissed her again.
All night, the two were as inseparable as glue, entwined in affection until they finally fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next day, Xiao Yuchuan woke up early and looked at his beloved wife sleeping in his arms, her eyelashes curling long and upwards, her cherry lips tender and rosy, her face so beautiful it defied description.
A sense of inexplicable contentment rose in his heart.
His chest was brimming with love for her; oh, what bliss it would be to hold her like this for a lifetime.
Though she was his wife and they were destined never to part in this life, he still always felt an anxiety of loss, and without realizing it, he tightened his embrace.
Her eyelids fluttered, and upon opening her eyes, she saw his loving gaze, "Third Brother, you're awake so early?"
